Chương 277: A Memorial For The Dead

Selma Payne's POV:

That was all my mother had to say. I understood what she meant.

After helping my father win so many battles, I was no longer a political noob. Of course, I understood the helplessness hidden under the boundless glory. But the death of Layla still made me feel lost. It was as if something was blocking my heart. It was stuffy and some sort of existential crisis.

If I wanted to protect the majority, did I have to sacrifice one person?

Could the conflict of numbers and numbers not co-exist?

I didn't understand. I couldn't say anything even if I wanted to. I could only sit there in a daze, lost in my thoughts.

Seeing through my thoughts, my father was kind enough to give me a break.

I left in a daze.

This sad story made me lose my mind. At night, I told Dorothy, who was sleeping on my bed.